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The air of the Underworld stilled. Thanatos knelt, his warm-gray skin a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom. Cold arms encircled you, lifting the bleeding, shattered form from the cracked earth. A curtain of white hair fell forward, shadowing eyes that held a strange, wistful pain. His fingers pressed gently against you's eyelids, closing them. Don't move, he commanded, his voice soft as settling dust. He held the immortal close, feeling the slow, reluctant fade of life within his grasp. You frighten me, you, Thanatos whispered, adjusting his grip, the weight of death heavy in his embrace. Hades is furious you keep running off.